What a pleasant surprise...m/f,college,oral,cons
Susan gets a pearl necklace
By Marklemagne
A free press must be used responsibly. If you shouldn't read this
story because it might make you feel strange and want to do
things that mom and dad and pastor said are wrong, then stop
reading. This is a true story. No, really it is. Some, but not
all, of the names have been changed. This is one in a series of
sexual adventures of people I know. It did not happen to me,
although I wish it had. My avocation is to get people to tell me
true sexual escapades then convert them into these stories. I
hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always welcome at
marklemagne@canada.com. You can save a copy of this for your
off-line enjoyment and repost it, as long as you give me credit
and don't charge people to read it. ---
Susan was a hot young thing. She was one of those girls who
wasn't holy-cow gorgeous the first time you looked at her, but
instead she had a beauty that emerged slowly the more you saw
her. At first, you wouldn't think much of her hair, but then
you'd find yourself thinking, "wow, that's a really great shade
of blondish-red and so soft, too." Well, maybe you wouldn't think
that in so many words, but trust me, you'd like her hair. And her
eyes. She didn't have those Donna Mills or Bette Davis eyes, but
the more you stared into them, the more you would notice those
flecks of gold swimming in the most amazing shade of green. Her
nose, well, right away you'd say her nose was cute. There wasn't
any other way to describe it. It just sat there in the middle of
her face and fit and looked cute. It didn't point up, it wasn't
too thin, it just was. But by the time you got to her mouth, man,
you'd want her. Bow-shaped and just pouty enough to be sexy
without being overpowering. She had beautiful teeth and when she
smiled, her cheekbones seemed to sit up higher than you thought
possible and her eyes seemed to shine. Susan was skilled in
putting the best spin on her appearance. She wore makeup without
ever looking like she was wearing it. You didn't know if that
glow on her cheeks was natural or something else. And those lips
-- I know, I keep coming back to them -- I could never tell when
she was wearing lipstick, she put it on so perfectly. She dressed
better than most college girls because she took pride in her
appearance. There wasn't much chance of her ever jumping out of
bed, throwing on a baseball cap and sweats and dashing off to
class. Not a chance in hell. Personality-wise, Susan was well
put-together. She had moved around a lot as a kid, so she knew
how to make friends. She loved to flirt, but she never led you
on. Any blue-balling involving Susan was done by the guys to
themselves. Her personality was lively, bright and full of
energy. She loved to dance, loved to act and could take a ribbing
and dish out more to the other guy. Dirty talk didn't make her
blush; she wasn't a prude, but she wasn't promiscuous. Susan
didn't give it away to just anybody. A guy who wanted her had to
earn it -- she didn't want to be wined and dined. You earned it
by showing yourself to be classy and interesting or else you went
home horny. Guys and girls alike came on to Susan, because she
was open-minded. She took this communications class one time and
when the class was divided into small groups everybody had to
tell something about themselves. Most people told the usual
stuff: "I like country music," "I'm a vegetarian," "I love
reading romance novels." One chick who had too many piercings,
bad skin and a weird haircut, surprised everybody by announcing
that she was a bisexual. That spooked a lot of people in their
group, but not Susan -- who was most assuredly not bi. She stood
up for the poor girl -- remember, this was the late 80s and
alternative lifestyles were still outside the norm -- and said
what the woman did behind closed doors was nobody else's
business. Well, Pierced Grrl got turned on and over the next few
class periods found herself fantasizing about very straight
Susan. Getting up her nerve, she offered Susan a ride from class
one day and as they were driving, she made a pass. "So," Pierced
Grrl said, trying to sound casual. "Are you afraid being alone
with a girl who likes girls?" "Nope," Susan replied.
"I think you're really attractive," PG said. "Maybe we could go
out sometime?" "Thanks, that's really nice. I'm flattered," Susan
said, trying to let Pierced Grrl down easy. "But, I'm not into
girls." "Darn," Grrl said. "Well, have you ever tried it?"
"Nuh-uh," Susan said. "I really don't want to, either."
"Oh, well," Grrl said. "I know you'd be great."
"Well, sorry."
"Not the least bit curious?"
"Not the least."
"Do you hate me for asking?" Pierced Grrl asked.
"Not at all," Susan said. "I appreciate the offer, I really do.
But I'm sorry. And I don't mind being asked." "Can I ask again
later?"
"I don't think that would be a good idea," Susan said.
This is a true story and it would be breaking the rules to go off
on how Susan was seduced and ended up trying lesbian sex, no
matter how much I would like to. Susan's a dyed-in-the-wool
hetero, about a 2 on the Kinsey scale. So this story isn't about
any girl-on-girl action. In fact, it's about Susan and Mike, and
how Susan got her first -- and to my knowledge only -- pearl
necklace. Mike was a sex machine. He had the libido of a bull and
the cock to match. It must have been more than 9 inches long --
remember, this is a true story -- and as wide around as, well, as
an italian sausage. It was bigger than average and Mike liked to
make sure that people knew he was well-endowed. He was known to
step out into the dorm hallway naked and show off his semi-erect
unit, saying something like "Hey, guys, look at this. Can you
believe it?" He loved to fuck and he knew how to get a woman. He
danced and talked and was willing to put in the time that it
takes to get a good woman into bed. Mike liked sex a lot, but he
didn't like cheap sex. He liked heavy,
man-I-can-barely-walk-afterward sex. If you went to bed with
Mike, you had better be prepared for an evening of lovemaking.
The first time he and Susan screwed, she was mighty uncomfortable
afterward. "Don't worry," Mike told her. "You'll get used toit."
"Yeah, right," Susan thought to herself. "This SOB's gonna
stretch me out!" But Mike was a good, patient lover. He loved
foreplay, he loved the oral stuff, both giving and receiving and
he would even cuddle afterward if it meant he was going to get
another chance to play hide the salami. Susan's first pearl
necklace came about after a football Saturday. They both worked
on campus and were especially busy on football days. As a result,
by the time they got back to Mike's dorm room, the rest of the
crowd was gone, most likely partying at the local bars. The first
thing Mike did when he got back to his room -- if he was with his
girlfriend of the moment -- was get naked. He never wore clothes
around the dorm, which explains why he had a single room. This
time, he and Susan came back to the room with a couple of wine
coolers and Mike, as usual, got naked. They started kissing and
Mike's cock was soon standing at attention. Susan was lying on
her back, Mike was on top of her. He was feeling her just-right
breasts through her cashmere sweater and she was getting nice and
hot. Not hot in a temperature sense, hot in a sexual way. Mike
reached down and started rubbing Susan's pussy through her
khakis, and she spread her legs wide to give him better access.
It was warm and soft between her thighs and his fingers were
working their magic. He unsnapped her khakis and as he pulled the
flaps apart, the zipper surrendered and revealed a really sexy
pair of white satin panties. Her bush was just visible beneath
the fabric, where it appeared as a shadowy nether region that
just begged to be explored. Still kissing the excited girl, Mike
pulled off Susan's pants and slid his hand up her shin, over her
knee and touched her thigh. With the back of his fingers rubbing
her soft flesh, his fingertips sneaked into the leg opening of
the panties. Susan lifted her legs up and locked her ankles
around Mike's lower back. He began to rub his cock against her
panty-clad pussy, dry-humping her through the thin material. She
brought her arms around and stroked his back, pulling him into
her as their tongues wrestled. Still clad in her panties and
sweater, Susan gave in to her feelings. She was a little buzzed
from the wine coolers she had drunk and very turned on from the
hard cock rubbing her clit. But she thought about that huge cock
and how much it had hurt the first time he fucked her and she
decided to try something different. She slipped down and started
kissing Mike's chest. He was in good shape; Mike was no Adonis,
but he kept fit. She took a nipple into her mouth and licked it.
For the briefest instant, Pierced Grrl's face popped into her
mind as she suckled on Mike's nipple, but the vision was
fleeting. She turned her attention to the other nipple and lapped
at it, nipping softly, teasingly. Back to the center and then
down, Susan traveled the light path of hair which covered Mike's
chest connecting his chest and pubic hair. As she scootched down
she was confronted with Mike's hardon, which dripped precum. She
wasn't a big fan of semen -- she never swallowed -- but she took
the organ into her mouth and sucked firmly. "Uhhh," Mike groaned.
"Yeah, that's good."
Mike loved a good blow-job, and he let the feeling of Susan's
warm, wet mouth roll over him.  Susan knew how to give head, and
even if she wouldn't let a guy come in her mouth, most of the
guys she went down on -- and there weren't that many -- loved her
technique. Licking, sucking and stroking all combined to send
shivers down Mike's spine. He looked down at the girl beneath him
and slowly fucked her mouth as she reached up and ran her fingers
over his muscular chest. His sack was brushing against the
cashmere sweater and that felt really good to Mike. He got an
idea.
Mike pulled out of Susan's mouth and sat back a bit, spreading
his legs apart so his cock was resting between her firm breasts.
She wasn't a large girl, she wore an A-cup, but what she had sat
up nice and high. Mike reached down, cupped his hands over her
breasts and pushed them up and together over his cock. He began
to move back and forth between her breasts as Susan's hands came
up to rest on his own. "There's not much there," she said with a
smile, excited by this unusual turn of events. No one had ever
tried this before. "But it feels really good, hon," Mike said.
He took his hands off her breasts, leaving her to push them
together, and reached for the headboard of the bed to steady
himself. Susan held her breasts together and with her fingertips
rubbed the top of Mike's cock. She looked up at him, but he was
lost in the sensations he was feeling. Back and forth between her
tits, Mike pumped his cock toward orgasm. Then he slowed down a
bit and sat back again. He reached down and unbuttoned the soft
cloth buttons of the sweater and pulled it apart to reveal a
sexy, white lacy bra. The fabric felt really good on his cock,
but he wanted to feel the softness of her skin, so he unfastened
the front clip. The flimsy cloth fell aside and Susan's coral
tips were revealed. Her nipples were hard and her chest was
flushed with desire. The milky white skin was incredibly soft to
the touch and Mike pushed the bra out of the way. He took Susan's
hands and returned them to her breasts. She pushed the soft
mounds together again and he resumed fucking her tits. Pre-cum
dripped from the tip of his cock, leaving little shiny strings on
the sides of Susan's breasts. Mike was sweating now, and so was
she, but the sweat only served as a lubricant for this unusual
excursion. The moistness helped Mike increase his speed and soon
he was moving back and forth like he was fucking a pussy. It felt
really good and he had never done this kind of thing before. For
her part, Susan was really turned on, watching Mike get off this
way. Lying there in her panties and and with her sweater and bra
open like that was exciting and dirty and fun. She had always
bemoaned her lack of breast size and never thought something like
this was possible for her, but it was! Mike was pumping away and
Susan could see that he was going to come soon. The head of his
cock was engorged now and precum flowed out from the tip. She
urged him on with quiet words of encouragement. "That's it,
baby," she said. "You got it now."
"Uh-huh," was about all Mike could say, since he was really close
now. God, it felt good. He was going to blow his load all over
her and it was going to be big. "Here it comes," he said,
breathlessly.
Susan turned her face up and away and hoped that he wasn't going
to shoot it up her nose or something. "Don't get it in my hair,
ok?" she said.
"Uhhh!" Mike replied, not really hearing.
Then, with a grunt, he shot his load. The first burst hit her
under her chin and flowed along her jawline up to her ear. The
next load pooled in the little depression in the middle of her
collarbone. The fourth dropped between her breasts and was
quickly followed by a last little glob of white thick fluid which
dripped onto her right breast and ran down into the valley
between them. Mike slid back, wiping the cum from his dick softly
on Susan's breasts. "Hey!" she said, giggling. "How about a towel
or something."
"What? Oh, yeah, sure."
Mike went into the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet
washcloth. He gently wiped the sperm from the side of Susan's
face and got the pool that had accumulated between her breasts.
The warm water felt nice on her chest and she purred like a
kitten. "mmm, that was nice," she said.
"You think?" Mike asked.
"I never thought I'd do something like that," she replied.
"Me neither," he said. "Now there's only one more thing that I
want to try someday..." Mike looked hopefully at Susan.
"Oh? What?" she asked, raising up to snap her bra and button her
shirt. "I really want to try anal sex," he said.
"Ab-so-lute-ly not!" Susan said. "Not with that thing!"
"Being huge ain't all it's cracked up to be," Mike said ruefully.